Boy sat upon the crescent moon and cast his line in the abyss. He sighed and waited restlessly, and thought about the girl he missed. But the girl she was so far away. He knew not where but memory played, and time and tide kept making waves - as he starred out from the moon … Continue reading From The Moon
The fool was a fool and the fool kept on fooling His eyes became red, nose blocked and mouth drooling The fool came to see, what the fool came to be Should he persist in his very own fueling Of fire and void - the fool was annoyed And so foolishly vowed to stop fooling. … Continue reading A Fool Who Persists In His Folly Becomes Wise.
There was once a king. He ruled over a planet. Only once, had he ever seen another. The king sat upon his throne, ruling eternity. It seemed to him that all the cosmos were his faithful Subjects. He never spoke, except for the day that strange Subject of his visited. He watched as day turned … Continue reading The King
I remember being excited by things that happened around me. I recall brief moments of clear and humble interest in any given, apparently mundane moment. I become nostalgic about the way that life felt. I sometimes wish that now was more like then, but then again, it was only what it was, eternal; and never … Continue reading Poem 3
Every now and again the fog clears The silence hears itself Clarity revealed to be eternal health There disappears the self Brilliance permeates the musk Robust and empty All perception has been figmantery Moments hold no meaning and no name No roles no shame and no game It’s all the same Here … Continue reading Poem 2
Could there possibly be a little comfort in rage? You know - in the ineffable way you can’t explain on a page of black and white print. Not a hint of true meaning is conveyed by the signs, in themselves misconceptions they are far from perfection where emotion remains - one and the same. I’m … Continue reading Poem One
James was sweating. He shivered and scratched all over as he keened in the taxi. This was not an extravagance he was used to and certainly not one that he would be getting used to any time soon. There was no point in luxuries if you had no means to enjoy them and he wanted … Continue reading Flag Moby – Part 3
